Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 70

Chapter 70: Just a Dream (Part 2)

Not a person!?

Xie Yu looked left and right, pulling on Sang Jing’s ear until it hurt.

Sang Jing hissed lightly, raised her hand to cover her ear, and went in the direction where she had just seen the black shadow. “Don’t move.”

There were many benches in the park for people to rest. The black shadow just now seemed to have been sitting on a bench.

Sang Jing came to the side of the bench but did not detect any ghostly energy. It was just that a part of the bench’s surface was wet. Sang Jing squatted down and found that it was not water, but a kind of mucus, as if from some kind of animal.

After looking for a while, Sang Jing stood up and walked out of the Sophora Tree Park’s main gate.

Since it was secretly following her and was unwilling to show itself, there would be a chance to catch it in the future.

“Are we going to Liangshui?” Xie Yu asked, pinching Sang Jing’s soft ear.

The cold fingers rubbing her earlobe made Sang Jing feel a little hot. She tilted her head. “I can hear you. You don’t have to touch me.”

Xie Yu didn’t listen and pinched it twice more. “Are we going to Liangshui?”

Sang Jing: “…No rush. Tan Wei and the others have just arrived there. We’ll go through the Ghost Gate at night.”

“Then what are we going to do when we go back?”

“Livestream, I guess.”

Traffic was something that had to be seized. She was just starting to get some traction and couldn’t just stop. She couldn’t put off the matter her teacher’s wife had entrusted to her either.

After returning to the incense shop, Sang Jing went back to her room to catch up on sleep. She hadn’t slept much last night and her body couldn’t take it anymore.

In a half-asleep state, it seemed that something had lifted her arm and drilled into her arms. Then, a touch of wetness and cold landed on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips.

The wet, cool, and soft thing pressed against her, slowly parting her lips, licking her once, and then holding her tongue…

Suddenly opening her eyes, Sang Jing sat up with a start. She was panting, and a layer of hot sweat had formed on her forehead and neck.

The curtains were drawn, and not a bit of light came in. The room was dim. Sang Jing looked down at the side of the bed. There was no… ghost.

A dream…

Just a dream…

She was sweating and wet, and between her legs was also wet.

Sang Jing pursed her lips, her expression a little hard to maintain.

She got out of bed, took a set of clean clothes and underwear, and plunged into the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door closed, a head poked in from the door.

Xie Yu looked at the lit bathroom and the sound of water inside and frowned.

Why is she taking a shower again? Is she too much of a neat freak? She showers in the morning and at night, and also after coming back from a trip. And she has to shower after waking up from a nap?

Xie Yu walked to the bathroom door. “Sang Jing?”

Sang Jing in the bathroom heard her voice and her heart skipped a beat. She knew clearly who had done that to her in her dream just now.

Sang Jing secretly cursed herself a couple of times. All the years of calm and composure had gone to the dogs. She actually had thoughts about a ghost.

Hearing no response, Xie Yu called out again, “Sang Jing?”

“Why did you come in?” Sang Jing’s breathing was unsteady. “Out!”

Xie Yu pouted and imitated her: Out~

Such a big temper for waking up. So fierce.

After imitating her, Xie Yu still pretended to be innocent. “I knocked on the door. You didn’t answer me. I was afraid something had happened to you, so I came in.”

“I’m fine. You can go out.”

“Oh.”

A faint sound of a door closing was heard amidst the sound of water. Sang Jing let out a sigh of relief. She stood under the shower, and the not-so-hot water poured down from her head, slowly taking away the burning temperature of her body.

Only after her heart had completely calmed down did Sang Jing come out of the bathroom. She had showered for twenty minutes longer than usual.

Opening the door, a ghost was sitting on the carpet by her bed, the light from her phone reflecting on her face.

Sang Jing: “…”

Xie Yu looked up and smiled at her. “You’re done showering?”

Sang Jing’s hand, holding the doorknob, tightened. Her voice was like a taut string. “Didn’t I tell you to go out?”

Xie Yu sat cross-legged and looked up at her. “Yes, but I was bored, so I just wandered around.”

Sang Jing: “…”

So she had wandered into her own room?

Sang Jing didn’t quite dare to look at Xie Yu’s face. She turned and went to the balcony to dry her hair. But that ghost also followed.

“Sang Jing, why is your face redder than usual?” Xie Yu tilted her head and leaned in to look.

Sang Jing slapped her on the face and pushed her away. “Stay away from me.”

Xie Yu felt the temperature of her palm. “Your hand is so hot too. Do you have a fever?”

Sang Jing: “…Get lost.”

Sang Jing’s temper was particularly bad today. During the livestream, Xie Yu stayed a little further away from Sang Jing.

As soon as the livestream started, the number of viewers soared, and the bullet comments floated up like snowflakes again.

【Sang Sang!!! You’re finally streaming!!!】

【I almost thought I was mistaken. It’s only four in the afternoon and you’re already streaming. Are you doing something big tonight?】

【Who understands? I’m still at work (crying) (crying) (crying). Can a kind person record it? I really want to watch.】

【Friendly reminder, Sang Sang’s livestream recordings have never been complete. Enjoy the excitement while you can.】

【Fortunately, I turned on the special reminder. Otherwise, I would have missed it today.】

【Sang Sang!!! I love you!!! I’m here to fulfill my wish! You’re so accurate! I found a girlfriend, hahahahahahaha.】

【It’s you again! Koi King! I remember you! You’re so arrogant and rampant!】

【Koi King? Isn’t she going to have a one-on-one fight with the leader of another group offline today? How did she suddenly get a girlfriend? Wait, that’s not right, that’s not right…】

Sang Jing had no mind to look at these bullet comments. She collapsed a portion of them and, without much ado, started today’s link-up.

Xie Yu was watching the livestream on her phone from behind, while secretly peeking at Sang Jing.

What’s wrong with the reserved person? Why is she so angry? Could it be her period?

The link-up was connected. It was a girl named “Sweet Fermented Rice Balls.”

“Hello, Sang Sang,” the girl greeted politely. Her background seemed to be her bedroom.

“Hello,” Sang Jing also replied politely.

The girl first sent a torpedo, then began to talk about her own matter. “Sang Sang, I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve studied myself crazy.”

“A month ago, after finishing my homework every day, I was obviously very tired and sleepy, but I just couldn’t sleep. I really wanted to do test papers, at least one set for each subject. After finishing, I had to check the answers. If I got a question wrong, I would cry, cry at the question. I usually couldn’t fall asleep until two or three in the morning, and I had to get up at six in the morning the next day. I feel like I’m going to die of exhaustion.”

【Little sister, you…】

【Not being able to sleep is really a torture. I once worked overtime for a week straight, and my resentment was greater than a ghost’s. I was annoyed by everyone I saw. For a child to be like this for a month, her spirit must have already collapsed.】

【There’s such a thing? Why did I get sleepy whenever I saw a test paper when I was in school? I wished I could just sleep to death.】

【Why do I feel like Sang Sang’s… mental state is also not quite right?】

【Little sister, are you under too much pressure? It’s indeed quite hard to go to school at this age. You should talk to your family and take a good rest for a while.】

The girl could also see the bullet comments. She answered the netizens’ words. “My mom has already helped me take a leave of absence from school. I’m at home now, but it’s still the same as when I was in school. My mom took away all the books and questions in my room. If I can’t do the questions, I’ll cry. I’ll cry until my throat is hoarse, but it’s no use. My mom couldn’t stand it and had to give me the questions again.”

Then the camera turned around and aimed at the desk, which was covered with dense test papers and scratch paper.

Sang Jing took a deep breath, her tone softening a little. “You’re very tired. You really want to rest, don’t you?”

The girl nodded.

“Aim the camera at your desk again.”

“Alright.”

On the top of the desk were a few books, and on the bookshelf was a green calligraphy brush.

“Where did that calligraphy brush come from?”

“I bought it from a bookstore. I was originally thinking of practicing calligraphy, but I thought it was pretty, so I just left it there.”

The girl’s hesitant gaze fell on the calligraphy brush on the desk. She asked carefully, “Is, is there a problem with this calligraphy brush?”

Sang Jing nodded. “Get a knife and put it under your pillow. Then print out this set of questions and put that calligraphy brush on the questions.”

The girl had a small printer in her room. This set of questions was a competition question that Sang Jing had just found online.

“Alright, alright,” the girl said, eager to close her eyes and rest. In two or three minutes, she had done what Sang Jing had said.

“Now you can go and rest. Then aim the camera at the test paper.”

“Alright.”

The livestream camera on the girl’s side turned to face the competition questions on the table. A moment later, a faint snoring sound was heard. The girl had fallen asleep.

【Instant effect! A miracle doctor!】

【What’s the principle behind this? Is putting a knife under the pillow so powerful? I thought it was useful for preventing bad people. I didn’t expect it to also prevent ghosts.】

【I think I’m crazy too. I’m actually looking at the questions and thinking of solving them. Then I found out that it’s the latest competition question of this year. I’m not worthy.】

【Is this matter solved?】

【Are we going to see a ghost later? Can this brush move and write the questions on its own?】

【Then this ghost is very studious.】

【Sang Sang is so quiet today. She would have explained more before. Assistant Xiao Xie is also very silent today.】

【Hey, hey, hey!! It moved! It moved! The brush moved!】

In a livestreaming room with thousands of people, on an empty desk, a green calligraphy brush with a translucent color stood up straight, then began to move back and forth on the test paper. But because it had not been opened and had no ink, it couldn’t write anything. And so, the calligraphy brush also moved around for a long time.

Suddenly, the calligraphy brush left the camera’s range, as if it had gone to the bed. The girl’s snoring did not stop, and she was sleeping soundly. The calligraphy brush returned to the test paper in a huff and fell down with a thud.

Sang Jing’s lips twitched. She said to the brush on the camera, “Since you like to do questions so much, why don’t you go down below to do them? I recommend you go and learn the laws of the underworld. The questions there are both messy and difficult, and very challenging. You’ll have endless questions to do.”

The calligraphy brush rolled around and turned its head to face the camera.

And so, a young girl appeared in Sang Jing’s eyes. She was sitting at the desk, her eyes shining as she looked at the phone screen. “Is what you said true? But how come I heard that you have to be reincarnated when you go down below? I’ve been studying for so long. If I go down, won’t all my knowledge be gone?”

“Who said that? That person must have never been down below. The ghost world of Fengdu also has ghosts living there. It’s just that they have all paid a price to be able to stay there. Of course, you also need to pass an assessment there. Only after passing will you have the chance to pay that price. Don’t you like to do questions and take exams?” Sang Jing said softly. “Doing questions here, you can’t see the results and get no rewards. Doing questions down below is more fulfilling than here.”

These words actually got through to Xie Yu.

You can stay down below and not be reincarnated?

【Can this kind of thing be said so casually?】

【Is it real? Has Sang Sang been down below?】

【She’s really a ghost who loves to do questions. So crazy. I don’t understand.】

【Even ghosts get criticized online these days.】

【Sang Sang! Sang Sang! What is the price?】

Successfully bringing up Fengdu, and one step closer to introducing Fengdu, Sang Jing’s mood lightened a little. She answered the question in the bullet comments.

What is the price—

“Merit.”